they say,

they say life is like a road,

long and filed with danger,

we tell the yonger ones not to trust the stranger,

they say love is like a rose,

butifull, deep, and the pain of the thorns,

the smell that makes you crave its sent once more,

we say life is like a maze filld with doors,

after opening one we move to the next,

and then we serch the rest,

they say love can be the worst thing of all,

they say its like climeing a wall,a wall with nothing to grab,

reaching for the distence hopeing some one will grab your hand,

to save you from your self,

when truly we know at some point we must take the fall,

they say when we are yong we are not capeable of being smart,

uncapeable of knowing what its like to have hardships,

to feel pain,

to feel love,

some even compare life to a dove,

amazeing, gracefull, and yet in a moment could be gone,

life is what we make of it,

and there you go,

my poem is done.